Of the huge hairy monster under my seat!

Last night we went to Giant to get our weekly groceries and found out that Drypers at Giant is selling plus minus RM10 higher than Sunshine. Since earlier on this week I decided to be on a strike tak jadi, we didn't buy all the groceries and fresh meat stock, thus turning this week into an eating out week for us.

After we were done with the groceries, hubby suggested to eat at this out-of-place pondok stall near Pisa, as we have eaten there once before and both agreed that the makcik served mouth-watering food, AND most importantly the sambal belacan was S.U.P.E.R.B.!.!.! At first glance, you might think that the food looks too bland and ordinary. The ayam goreng kunyit we ordered were simply that, ayam goreng kunyit, with no vegetable mixture or anything that could add to the attractiveness of the food presentation. But upon taking the first bite, you can already tell that it'll be a meal worth eating, from the way it was cooked to perfection with just a little bit on the garing side, which tasted luscious in our mouth.

My ordinary looking dinner which tasted extra ordinary!

Anyway, last night I felt like eating at a livelier place, so after much deliberation we made a stop at the stall opposite Giant, just because it's nearby. We've had lunch there on a few rare occasions, the food there suits our taste bud. However, I wouldn't recommend you to have dinner at that place. The fried rice and soup was tasteless, sambal belacan was too spicy with no taste of belacan at all. It was RM11 NOT well spent!

Oh my goodness, what am I blabbering about anyway?

The main purpose of writing this entry is to share an incident that happened while we were NOT enjoying our dinner. I was busy chattering away with hubby, and was in the midst of telling him a suspense story when suddenly something warm and hairy landed on my foot. I was stunned for a fracture of a second before letting out an ear-splitting scream, which turned every single head in the restaurant into MY direction. Irfan who was drinking his ayaq suam while a the same time doing acrobatic stunt on the chair, looked stumped and ready to jump off onto the table at any moment, just in case that hairy monster make a move towards him! A few seconds after the screech, my face turned blood red, due to embarrassment!

You know why?

Because it was only one of those hungry C.A.T meow meow that landed itself on my foot, and there I was screaming my head off as if I was about to get hit by bas kilang!. To make it worse, the meow walked away after that, with it's head held high, which made me darn sure it was showing off to it's cat-girlfriend how terrifying a cat he was!

Huwaaaa! I seriously thought I had overcome this phobia of cats loitering under my seats at restaurants, but clearly I have not. This can't be it! I don't want my kids to grow up being afraid of cats just the way I do.

Any useful tips to get rid of this fear, anyone?